BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 255
arm forty miles from the nearest hospital, up at the cottage. However, if that David thing
had died, I doubt I‟d‟ve taken the day off at work unless Mom begged me to do it. It sure
wouldn‟t‟ve bothered me any.
The next time I heard from that David thing was in 1975. I‟d divorced TJ and
married possibly the most beautiful woman I‟ve ever met, my Nancy. It was a month or
so before the wedding, in May I think, so she and I weren‟t fighting yet. We lived on a
farm in Grand Ledge, a few miles outside of Lansing.
I received a call around two in the morning from a treatment facility over in
Dimondale. It seems that David thing was alleging yet another suicide attempt, but it had
the rare good sense not to let our parents hear about it. Mom was already having heart
problems and she sure as hell didn‟t need the extra stress of his phony bullshit. They
wanted to know if I‟d take that David thing off their hands later that afternoon.
It was in the process of a divorce from its Nancy, had no job, no house, and
apparently no friends. At least, none who‟d be straight and sober enough to pick it up at
the drug house. Uncertain why I agreed, I said I‟d be there that afternoon.
When I collected it, that David thing looked much like one of Mom‟s favorite
descriptions, as if it was “shot at and missed, then shit at and hit”. The story it told was
of taking a good sixty amphetamines, but the doctor said that more than likely would‟ve
actually been fatal. He said it was wired and bouncing off the walls all night, so he‟d
guesstimate maybe six pills, no more than ten at the most.
I was driving a beautiful new 1975 Olds Toronado. The Sunday temps were just
right and I had both windows down as we cruised I-496 on the way over to Grand River
Avenue, where I‟d exit and go west a couple miles.
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